A mer around the age of thirty spat on the floor. He threw the lid of the trash can onto the pavement and was filled with rage at the thought of how he once again failed to get what he wanted. How long was he going to get dragged by that brat and her brother?
Ye Jinglan was running out of patience; all he wanted was to get rid of that girl before taking care of that mer. It should have been a piece of cake, but that brat ran out just before he could get his hands on her and then push her into the arms of the buyer who was willing to buy that girl at a decent price.
Everything was set, and all he needed to do was deliver the girl, but who would have thought that she would hear him talking with the buyer and then she would disappear right from under his nose!
The more Ye Jinglan thought about it, the more he felt like he had been played like a fool.
"Ah, it's you, Master Nian!"
